Mercy Victim of your own ego's creed, of your own postulation Maintain your pure design, your pride Too many punches pulled, isocariotic lips Betrayal of your own words and actions Unmoving, unchanging, staggering, inaction Destroy their fables, half truths, lies Said masked by good intentions Their knives all hanging limp behind a brick facade Stand in line for possession Branded for watching, feeling, touching, tearing Dignity is for the weak. Mercy